Subject: Church Dad (MF, adultery, F-solo, oral, exhib)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: December 16, 2009
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include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
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Summary:
I’ve said it before and I'll say it again, the best place to meet men is at
church, especially if you’re looking for a married one. Men are men and they
all have the same inner desires. The ones at the bars and clubs are acting out
on those desires and either their wives are OK with it or they’re simply bad
husbands – not the type of guys I want to get involved with. It’s the ones at
church, those who lead lives that are socially “acceptable” while hiding their
marital issues and inner lusts, that are ripe for the picking. Sometimes all
they need is a little encouragement...
Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 – Sex and Married Men
Chapter 2 – Renewed Determination
Chapter 3 – Finding the Right Man
Chapter 4 – Flirting
Chapter 5 – Pushing Him Over the Edge
Chapter 6 – Dan Fucks Me in Church
Chapter 1 – Sex and Married Men
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Anyone who knows me at all knows that I love having sex with married men,
particularly if they’ve not cheated on their wives before. While you can read
my “Kelly’s Married Guy FAQ” for more details about my little “hobby”, in
summary nothing tells me I’m sexier or more desirable than to have a man want me
so badly that he’ll break his marital vows, betray his wife’s love and trust,
and break one of the Ten Commandments just to experience sex ONCE with me.
Really, how could all that NOT make a girl feel good about herself?
Just to be clear, I have absolutely NO desire to harm anyone’s marriage which is
one reason why I never meet twice with a married man. I’m just not interested
in being “the other woman” in some sleazy affair. It’s being the woman he can’t
resist, the girl he lusts for more than anyone ever before, becoming the fantasy
he never thought would come true, that makes me so unbelievably horny and
satisfied when we do it, not a relationship.
Although I am sure there are those who would claim I am contributing to the
failure of a marriage, I actually believe I’ve SAVED a number of marriages by
allowing an unhappy husband to live out one of his greatest fantasy, thereby
getting it out of his system so he can go home to his wife and kids and be a
better husband and father.
One thing that needs to be made clear - when I talk about having “sex” I mean
something very specific. “Sex” is the penetration of a vagina by a penis.
Period. Sex is fundamentally a reproductive act, even if most of the time
that’s not the intended purpose. Thus by definition, “oral sex” is NOT sex
(yes, President Clinton was technically correct, although not politically).
Because it’s NOT sex, a husband who receives a blowjob from another woman is not
technically cheating on his wife. This is based on my own perspective using the
principles by which I lead my life. No doubt his wife and family, not to
mention some friends and church leaders, may have different opinions!
A husband is cheating on his wife (more accurately he is committing adultery
against his wife) when he has sex with a woman not in his family (let’s avoid
the issues of bi and gay marriage please). It make NO difference if his wife
has given permission for him to have sex with other women. Adultery is
adultery, even if the wife is “OK” with it. It is a sin and a violation of the
Ten Commandments and no one can give you “permission” to violate them. Thus
it’s up to the guy as to whether committing adultery means anything to him.
It’s HIM that is committing adultery after all, not me.
One last thing, people have called me hypocritical for saying on the one hand
that I abhor adultery and would neuter my future husband someday if he ever did
it to me, yet on the other hand say I love it when another man commits adultery
with me. Personally, I will be faithful to my husband and I will NEVER commit
adultery. When a man cheats on his wife with me, HE is the one who is married
so HE is the one committing adultery. If I was married as well, then it would
be an entirely different story indeed. I don’t feel guilty in the slightest
for what I do – why should? I do it simply for my own self-satisfaction and the
ego-boost it gives me. HE is the one who has to reconcile his actions with his
marital vows and spiritual beliefs.
By the way, I’ve found that I’m not the only one who feels this way. Many of
the men I’ve met on-line have told me that they find it much hotter to fuck a
married woman than a single one. Personally, I think most people, whether they
engage in it or just fantasize about it, find something about the whole “married
partner” scenario to be an incredible turn-on.
The first married man I was with was back when I was only fifteen years old.
Back then I was fucked by an older married guy from my dad’s office when I was
babysitting for his kids. Even back then, as inexperienced as I was in
comparison to today, I realized that there was something special about taking a
place in a married man’s heart that his wife can never fill again or remove.
When I look at their wives afterwards I can’t help but wonder if they’ve any
idea that when their husband makes love to them now that at some point he’s
thinking about how it was to fuck ME. Maybe he even wishes in a small way that
it was MY pussy his dick was in instead of hers. Of course they don't know any
of this but it’s still fun to think about!
Chapter 2 – Renewed Determination
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Actually it had been quite a while since I’d been with a married man, long
enough that even my dad would tease me about it now and then. The most recent
one had been the school administrator where I teach but I really don't like to
count him because of the circumstances under which things took place (he was
blackmailing me). Indeed, it wasn't until my dad casually asked one day after
we’d had sex if I was “losing my touch” that I realized it had been over six
months since I’d done a married man! It didn't seem possible at first but after
I thought about it, yes, confirmed it was true. Apparently all the issues I’ve
been having with changing jobs, dealing with blackmail, and simply fulfilling
my responsibilities as a daughter, niece and now a girlfriend had been
overwhelming me.
After I left my dad’s house that day, I drove in the my car back home and made a
vow to myself. I was going to get a married guy to fuck me in the next week and
that was that!
To be fair, if my goal had been simply to get laid by someone I’d never met
before in one week, that would have been silly. I’ve always maintained that ANY
girl, no matter her age or looks, can get a man to fuck her in the next 30
minutes at any point in time if she REALLY wants to. Of course that means she
can’t be very selective, but the point is valid. It’s the basic difference
between men and women really. Women can have sex whenever they want it, all
they have to do is make themselves available. Men, on the other hand, are at the
mercy of women. Unless they rape someone (which I would NEVER condone under ANY
circumstances) they have to find a woman who is willing to let them fuck her.
Judging from the number of horny guys who read my site, it’s a whole lot harder
for the guys than the gals!
When I look for a married guy, I don't want someone who serial cheats to where
he may as well not be married. Similarly, I don't want “swingers” where the
wife is in on it. The whole point for me is that the wife does NOT know about
her husband cheating on her. It’s him having to bear that secret, to perhaps
feel guilty about it for the rest of his life, for him to secretly remember me
whenever he has sex with his wife.... THAT is what turns me on.
The guy I want is your typical husband, a wife with three kids and a dog living
in a simple home with a job he hates. The guy who had such dreams as a
teenager, whose life never turned out the way he had hoped. The man who married
the girl he dated in high school before he realized how many other options he
would someday have but now was stuck with her, realizing now that he’d married
the wrong woman but could never do anything about it because he was licked into
the marriage by finances and kids. The man who looks at other woman and wishes
he had sex with more of them when he could, perhaps his wife even being the only
one he’d ever done, perhaps he lusts for his daughter who reminds him of the
opportunities he had as a teen that he never took advantage of.
The married man I want knows that his fantasies are just that – fantasies, and
he would never act on them, especially with regards to his daughter, but he
still secretly masturbates to porn as he relives those fantasies in the middle
of the night while his wife is asleep. All he wants is that ONE chance to fuck
the girl of his dreams, that ONE opportunity to have his dick sucked like his
wife never would do for him. He doesn't want to leave his wife, at least not to
where he ever would, but he just wishes he could live out his fantasy just ONE
time before he gets too old to get it up anymore!
Yep, THAT’S the husband I wanted to fuck me and I had just one week to find him.
By the time I got back home, I could hardly wait to get up to my room and strip
off my clothes. God I was so horny again! Besides, my jeans looked like I’d
peed in them with my dad’s cum leaking from me all the way home. I probably
should have showered and cleaned myself up before I left but I’d figured it
would be OK for the short drive home. Guess dear old dad must not have been
fucking my Aunt Linda enough lately as he’d left quite a load in me!
Once undressed, I stood next to my bed and hesitated. My bed looked awful
tempting, practically calling out for me to hop on board and do what came
natural. Then again, I felt sweaty and my pussy was still wet from sex so a
shower would be awful nice. The shower had another thing going for it – a
wonderful new shower massager with more settings than I knew what to do with.
What the heck, why not kill two birds with one stone as they say and so I headed
for the shower. Kristi wasn't home, where she was I had no idea, so I had the
place all to myself.
It was an older home with a tiny bathroom – were people in the old days so much
smaller or what? The shower and tub were combined with the sink opposite and
the toilet at the end next to the window – rather odd when you think about it
but I guess it had something to do with the way the plumbing worked or whatever
my dad had tried (without much success) to explain to me one time. When I sat
on it there as barely enough room for my knees so I don’t know how taller men
could ever have used it.
The tub was ancient porcelain, worn down in some places with a rubber stopper on
a chain. It had separate controls for the hot and cold water which I liked much
better than those complicated single handle versions that I ALWAYS turn the
wrong way and either practically scald myself or face the threat of hypothermia.
The shower head was lower than most – another sign of ancient short people? You
pulled down on this little handle in the faucet to turn on the shower which
ALWAYS started with a slug of cold water no matter how hard you tried to avoid
it. There was a shower curtain instead of doors which I hated but my aunt had
picked out one with a pretty yellow floral design so it wasn't too terrible to
look at.
I pulled the curtain across and reached in to run the water before stepping in
and turning on the shower. Yep, there was that blast of cold water and then the
soothing feel of hot after that, making my skin tingle as I felt it beating
against my bare skin. It felt good to rinse myself off – something I should’ve
done at my dad’s house I guess but better late than never. I rubbed myself
between my legs with some soap, scrubbing off the cum that was still clinging to
me.
As I scrubbed my pussy I remembered my promise to myself that I would find
myself a new married guy within a week. Hmmmm, imagine if I’d been babysitting
in this house and now that the kids were in bed I decided to take a shower and
while I was doing so, the dad came home from work early and heard the shower
running. (OK, so the plot’s a stretch but hey, I can fantasize about it any way
I want!). In my mind I pictured him peeking in at the edge of the shower,
seeing me facing away towards the shower head as I allowed the water to strike
me in front and run down between my boobs to my crotch.
Is there anything as sexy as being watched while you masturbate? Well, maybe
there are a few things but you get the idea. It’s even better if the person
watching me doesn't realize that I know they are watching me. I love to be all
naughty and let them think it’s just me I’m doing it for, not realizing that I’m
getting off as much by putting on a show for them as I am from the actual
masturbating.
So it was with my babysitting in the shower fantasy, imagining the father coming
home and peeking in on me as I did myself in the shower. I could picture his
cock getting hard and uncomfortable as it grew until finally he couldn’t hold
back and he pulled it out through his unzipped pants so he could stroke himself
as he watched me. Mmmmm, I loved to see a man stroking his cock when he’s all
hard because of ME. No matter what else he says or does, a man’s dick never
lies.
Imagine his surprise when I turn around and catch him jerking off as he peeks at
me in the shower. He turns to run away but I call out to him and beg him to
continue. Then I played with myself again, imagining his lust overcoming his
shyness as he once again stroked his own dick while I played with myself right
in front of him.
When my imaginary masturbating father started to cum, so did I – and for real as
well. God I loved to cum when I masturbated, often several times if I had the
time and energy. It felt great, was easy to do, didn't require any special
equipment, and made me feel better than at any other time of the day.
As if I hadn’t been determined before, I was all the more by the time my so-
called shower was over. Damn, I HAD to find the right guy- and soon.
Chapter 3 – Finding the Right Man
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Some people seem to think all a girl has to do is wear something a little
skimpy, flirt with a guy for a while, and before you can even spell adultery
he’ll be fucking her. Sure, that works in fantasy stories but in real life it’s
by far the exception more than the rule. It’s not that such a thing NEVER
happens; I’m just saying it’s not at all typical. Such stories are sort of like
how men’s dicks in porn movies don’t reflect on the typical guy’s dick in real
life. It’s also just like how real women don’t just walk in the locker room
after the game and start fucking the whole football team... and so on.
In real life, while finding any ol’ guy to fuck isn’t all that hard, finding the
RIGHT married man can be downright frustrating at times. Oh sure, most of them
try to sneak a peek at me when their wives aren’t looking (or at least they
THINK she isn’t looking). Heck, some of them don’t seem to mind if she IS. For
the most part guys just window shop and most of them aren’t REALL ready to go in
the store, let alone buy anything.
While I don’t mean to sound cynical, deep down I truly believe that EVERY
married man seriously thinks about cheating on his wife at some time or another
in his marriage. However, in all fairness to the married man demographic, I
also believe that the majority of them will never go beyond that “wishful” stage
no matter what the reason or opportunity. That isn’t to say they won’t be
jerking off in private back home thinking about what MIGHT have happened if they
HAD done something. It’s just that for one reason or another, they simply don’t
cross the line Maybe they’re afraid they will be turned down and embarrassed,
perhaps even exposed. Of course, maybe some are just happy to be married to
their wife, although I think THOSE are a VERY small minority.
Given that the divorce rate in the USA is well over 50%, that tells me that the
majority of men DO cross the line sooner or later. Often I think they just
needed the right girl at the right time and place to make the first move and
their resistance finally crumbles. Face it, men are driven by their penis so
it’s not really that unexpected. What DOES surprise me is that most men are able
to STAY married for any length of time. All I have to do is look at my own
father to see one of those few exceptions, but then he also has had some things
going for him that most men don’t. The advantages of incest are for another
discussion but it is one reason I believe incest can be good in terms of
preserving a marriage.
It’s a fine line between a husband who WANTS to cheat but never will, versus the
one who wants to cheat but doesn’t for whatever reason – fear, shyness,
conscience, etc. So what is the “profile” of the typical married guy I’m
looking?
1. He’s in the thirty to forty-five age bracket, old enough to HOPEFULLY be
mature but still able to get it up reliably. He’s climbing the career ladder,
meaning work conflicts with his home life, creating tension with his wife and
isolating him from his family. He’s rarely next to his wife at social functions
and when he is, they don't talk much and you can almost feel the tension
crackling between them as they don their phony smiles and try to act like the
perfect middle-class couple.
2. He’s been married for ten to twenty years. Long enough for the glow to have
faded but not so long that he’s locked in for life. Look at the guy who’s been
married for more than 25 years. His kids are grown up and moved out, his career
has peaked, his waistline’s expanded and hair’s receding or even disappearing.
Such a guy is probably not going to do anything to jeopardize his marriage if
for no better reason than it would simply be financially devastating to get a
divorce. Most men when they approach fifty are not as willing to start all over
again so they stick with what they’ve, even if they hate it. Even if such a guy
a IS willing to fool around, then that’s also a bright warning sign as he’s
probably so desperate that he would be careless and end up doing something
stupid.
3. He has at least one teenage daughter, preferably around 13-16 years old.
4. He attends church and is active with his daughter’s church youth group and
school activities. He readily volunteers for all his daughter’s activities yet
if you watch him closely, he isn’t watching his own daughter nearly as much as
he looks at the other girls. He’s the first to offer “encouragement” to all the
pretty young girls in the form of a hug or just a touch – never anything at all
inappropriate, but enough to help him with his thoughts later when he goes home
to jerk off.
So why does this profile make a man a potential prospect? Well, put all the
pieces together and here are the typical results:
1. He’s thinking about what it will be like when the kids gone and he’s “free”
to make marital decisions without having to worry about the impact on them. He’s
starting to feel a little older, perhaps worried that life is passing him by and
he’s probably never going to do all the things he’d dreamed of doing –
especially when it comes to sex.
2. His wife’s getting older and losing her figure while at the same time his
daughter is transforming from a gangly pre-teen into a sensuous young teenager.
His wife’s boobs are sagging more every day it seems while his daughter’s are
perky and growing. His wife’s legs are getting flabby while their daughter's
coltish figure is getting more curvy all the time. His wife’s pussy trends to
be dry and loose while he just knows his daughter’s is tight and probably as wet
as can be when she’s thinking about her boyfriend.
3. Despite the fact that he knows it’s “wrong”, he can’t stop himself from
thinking sexual thoughts about his own daughter, especially when she wears a
bikini or runs around the house half-naked without a clue as to the effect she’s
having on her own father. He rationalizes that it’s OK because of course he
would never ACT on those thoughts. Now I’m NOT saying by any stretch of the
imagination that all fathers desire their daughters sexually but in my
experience, most will confess to having THOUGHT about it. Even so, the vast
majority of those that do would probably never act on those impulses, even if
the opportunity presented itself.
3. Because his daughter is in the youth group, it gives him an excuse to be at
their meetings and watch the other girls, envying the boys their age and wishing
he could take their place for just one date. It also gives him an excuse to
talk to the helpers and teachers – like me.
4. Watching his young teenage daughter and her rapidly developing friends, he
reminisces about the “good old days” in high school. He wishes that he knew at
that age what he did now and taken more advantage of the girls that he was too
shy to ask out – or to do anything if he did.
Pout it all together and you have a man who’s horny and frustrated to the point
of breaking. He’s most likely masturbating at least once a day, probably while
fantasizing about one of the girls he wished he had fucked back in school or
maybe even one of his daughter’s friends today. Odds are thoughts of his
daughter pop in now and then but he tries to push them aside, not ready to cross
THAT line, at least not yet. He’s at that stage where he is ready to cheat on
his wife, even if just once to relive those days – to do it “right” this time.
In other words, he’s just what I’m looking for!
So where do I go to look for such guy?
As you may have already gathered, I find that church is the best place. The bar
scene is too full of jerks and pervs. Even if they are married, to go to such a
place to pick up girls tells me his frame of mind is NOT what I’m hunting for.
Church is where “nice” dads go, where they think they can look at girls (and
women) and not be noticed because people just do that sort of thing at church.
Church is where his wife is usually at as well, allowing me to see the
“competition”. In a way, it’s not the “hot” wives that turn me on for a guy to
cheat on. Usually the good-looking wives are self-centered and bitchy so it’s
easy to see why the guy would be looking for another woman. Even if that’s not
the case, if she’s really hot then why would he husband be looking to cheat
anyway?
No, it’s the guy with the overweight wife, the one who has let herself go, who
dresses poorly or doesn't worry about her hair that catches my eye. Her poor
husband probably wonders what happened to the young, slim girl who use to dress
up to catch his eye. He sees the younger girls and remembers how it use to be
when he got hard seeing his wife undress instead of having to look away now if
he doesn't want to go limp at the sight of her. Such a guy is just ripe for
the picking... just what I’m looking for.
Chapter 4 – Flirting
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Dan was 42 and I’d had my eye on him for quite a while by now. He was right
down the line in terms of the profile I just described. With his oldest
daughter Dresden just starting high school, my guess was he was in his mid to
late 30’s and had probably been married for maybe fifteen years or longer. He
also had two other kids – another daughter who was in 6th grade and a son who
was in 4th grade.
Hannah, the younger daughter, looked to have potential in a few years but it was
Dresden that must have been driving Dan nuts. She really wasn't all that flirty
or anything, just a very pretty girl who liked to dress in cute outfits that
seemed to naturally bring out the budding sexuality from within her. She looked
to be maybe an A-cup so it wasn’t like she was one of those girls who seemed to
pop out at age thirteen. Her legs were just developing the lines that were
probably attracting most of the older guys in high school – not to mention her
dad. She never wore pants from what I could tell, no matter how cold it was -
always some sort of dress or skirt. Sometimes she might wear leggings but even
then she liked a short skirt over the top of them.
Cathy, Dan’s wife, looked like she was probably pretty hot herself back in her
high school days and you could see a striking resemblance between her and
Dresden Unfortunately, at least for Dan, she was now at least fifty pounds
overweight and had her hair cut short which did nothing to hide her bloated
face. She was actually a nice lady in many ways, always helping out at church,
but I noticed while the two of them were always there, they never seemed to be
together. Each was off doing their own thing. I guess I looked for such
things which is why I noticed.
Dan and Cathy were also leaders in the youth group, one of several couples who
did most of the work with the help of a number of assistants like me.
Interestingly, all the assistants were girls. I guess it wasn't the sort of
duty that single guys were drawn to plus the fact that in these days a single
guy working with teenage girls is sort of frowned upon. Supposedly the married
men are “OK” because they’ve effectively been neutered by having their wives
with them to keep them in line. Well, people may think that but from what I can
see, the only difference is that the married men are more careful in where and
when they look at the girls.
Because I work primarily with the high-school youth group, Dan and I hadn’t had
much occasion to cross paths as he had been with the juniors until this year
when Dresden became a Freshman in high school and moved up into the senior
group. He immediately caught my attention as he was a pretty good looking guy
but the gold ring on his finger blazed like a neon sign. It was both a warning
AND an invitation – the key question was which one was the overriding message?
It didn't take long for me to notice that Dan liked to peek at the teenage
girls. Unlike some guys who can’t seem to mask their attention, Dan was
actually quite accomplished at it. In fact, if hadn’t been that I was looking
for it I might have never noticed. Silently I was checking off the boxes in my
head – age, looks, etc. and I quickly established that he might be an excellent
prospect for some more “fun” down the road.
The key in reeling in another woman’s husband is that HE has to be the one to
initiate things. You never want to be in the position later on where he can
claim that he was pursued or stalked or in any way coerced into doing something
he really didn't want to do. Even though such claims were ludicrous and never
believed by anyone from what I could tell, it was best not to get into such a
situation in the first place.
If course, to get a guy to cross the line from looking and flirting to dong
anything more, he had to have the confidence to MAKE that first move. That is
where the fine art of flirting comes in. Every girl learns it to some extent
early on, even if she doesn't realize it. That dropping of the eyes, the tongue
on the lips, the little head bob and throwing back of your hair... all things
that seem to come natural to a girl when she’s trying to get a guy to do
something for her. Getting a door opened, paying for a date, and such is easy.
Taking it the next level is where girls like me come in...
Funny, but while a short skirt and a low-cut blouse may grab the attention of a
guy, it’s not what ultimately makes him ready to cross the line and ask to have
sex with you, especially when he’s married. Face it, sexy girls are everywhere
– TV, the Internet, the local club, schools, you name it. While they will grab
his attention and lead to who knows what fantasies the next time he masturbates,
if anything I’ve found that being TOO sexual or TOO hot can actually drive a
married guy away. He’s been trapped in his marriage for quite a few years by
now and seen a of pretty girls but never cheated so THAT should tell you
something. Heck, even single guys can be frightened off by a girl who looks
“too good”, thinking such a girl would never be interested in someone like him.
So while it never hurts to ACT flirty and to dress a little provocatively,
that’s not how to get your man. No, the most sure-fire way to get a married guy
to want to be with you is to do what his wife probably stopped doing many years
before – listen to him. Yes, that’s right – LISTEN. It’s amazing what a guy
will tell you if he thinks you care about what he’s saying. The more he talks
about himself, the more personal it tends to get until sooner or later the
conversation turns to his personal issues and marriage. Granted, this approach
takes time whereas I COULD just go to a bar in a short skirt with no panties and
the only thing I have to listen to is,” do you want to go to my place?” or some
other typical line of crap. Trust me, if you want to make a married man desire
you, nothing in the world works better than crossing your legs, shutting your
mouth and opening your ears.
So it was with Dan. Over the past couple of months as we would meet on
Wednesday nights and then again sometimes on Sundays at the service, I always
tried to ask him how he was doing and then just clam up and listen. Now and
then you need to add in a head nod or a few encouraging words just to prove
you’re actually listening to him, but otherwise I just let him spill out
whatever he wants.
At first he asked a lot about me but I did my best to deflect what I could and
minimize the answers to the rest. In reality, while I’m sure he wanted to know
more about me, it was what was under my clothes that he REALLY wanted to know,
not what was in my head. Every time I would try to turn the question around to
him and his family, working them more and more into his days back when he was
dating his wife and early marriage years. The idea was to get him thinking
about those days and how good they were and how much better they would be if
somehow he could just relive them again.
One thing I studiously avoided bringing up was his daughter - or any of the
other teenage girls for that matter, even when I noticed his eyes straying to
catch a glimpse of a girl wearing short shorts as she was leaning over to pick
something up. Some of the younger girls would still be braless and I noticed he
had a special interest in those. I wanted Dan to get the impression that I had
no idea what he was doing. If he DID, then he might get embarrassed that I had
“caught” him and retreat back inside again for a while.
As for me, being it WAS church and I WAS responsible for the teenage girls I had
to be a little concerned over what I wore when working with the youth group else
I would incur the wrath of some of the more conservative mothers – not to
mention the wives of the leaders. While I was expected to “set an example” but
I wasn't going TOO far in that direction. Still, jeans and a sweater or blouse
were my usual garb on Wednesday nights although I often was a little less
conservative on Sunday mornings at the service sin e I was usually with my dad
at those times.
As Dan got to know me better, he would often stand to the side with me and start
talking about things. If I thought I could get away with it, I might loosen up
another button on my blouse just during that time, something he seemed to
appreciate! Usually I wouldn't be wearing a bra, especially with the heavier
winter clothes, so I know he could peek down my chest while he pretended to be
checking something else out in that direction. It was a little risk and there
were a few times I had to turn away quickly before someone else saw me, but it
was sort of fun for both of us I think.
It took over two month before Dan made the progression from describing “the good
old days” back when he was in high school and in his own youth group to where he
would begin to hint about how he missed those days and how there was so much he
hadn’t done that now he wished he had. It was the opening I’d been waiting for,
the one I was starting to think would never come. He seemed to be in a rather
melancholy mood that night. Perhaps problems at home or work? It wouldn't
surprise me if it was both.
“I bet you were quite the stud back in high school, weren’t you?” I casually
asked him, not looking him in the eyes so as not to scare him off.
“Oh no, not at all,” he sighed.
“Ahhhhhh, the girls must have been all after you.”
“You know how it is... you don't realize what you’ve got until it’s too late.”
That was interesting... we were both sitting at a table off to the side, leaning
forward on our elbows watching the kids do some game. There really wasn't much
for us to do at the moment so we’d sat down to get off our feet for a moment and
it seemed to be just the right conditions for him to open up to me. He was
watching the group, supposedly doing just what he was suppose to be doing, but I
was pretty sure that certain girls were getting more of his attention than
others but from this distance it was “safe” for him to check them out.
“Ohhhhh?” I responded softly, not really saying anything but letting him know I
was there to talk to.
“I suppose there were a few girls I could have gone out with... but I was too
shy I guess. Seems once I dated Cathy that was it.”
“Really? Was she the only girl you dated?”
Dan hesitated a bit, keeping his chin on his hands as he rested on his elbows.
Then he chuckled saying, “Well, she was the only one who put out.”
“Well, there’s something to be said for a girl who puts out I guess,” I giggled.
“Yeah, it’s fun... until they get pregnant.”
Hmmm, now THAT was interesting news...
“What happened?” I nudged him a bit.
“The usual I guess... back then if you got a girl pregnant it was pretty cut and
dry - you married her. She was only eighteen and I was nineteen... it was
crazy.”
I did some quick math in my head.... he seemed older than barely in his
thirties. Not THAT old but somehow more than 33 or so which is where he would
be based on his daughter’s age. He seemed to sense from my silence what I was
thinking.
“I know... I’m 36 and Dresden is 14... Well, Cathy lost the first one just a
month after we got married. I’ve also regretted that we didn't get an annulment
but I was too scared to ask for one. Stupidest thing I ever did... or I guess
didn’t do.”
His voice had dropped off to where I could barely hear him. I wasn't sure what
to say at this point so I just stayed quiet and let him carry on at his own
pace. He was quiet for a few minutes and then it was like he just opened up.
“You know, I probably shouldn't be telling you this but I was ready to divorce
Cathy after a couple of years, We were way too young to be married and it was
getting to be too much but then she went and got pregnant again. She claimed
she was on the pill and it was an accident... but I still think she did it to
keep me from leaving her.”
“Wow... that wasn’t very nice of her,” I said softly under my breath. Actually,
I DID think it wasn’t very nice of her. For a woman to get pregnant to trap a
man was horrible. It showed me more what a decent man Dan must be to “do the
right thing” and stay with his wife al these years to raise their kids.
“I don't know... it might not have been so bad but she gained a ton of weight
with Dresden and then it seemed with each kid it just added more. Believe it or
not, she use to look a lot like you when we were first married you know, at
least figure wise.”
“So you never cheated on her? Even after she let herself go?” I threw in the
last part in hopes it would make him feel all the more frustrate with his wife,
sort of a counterbalance to the potentially difficult question I posed at the
beginning. By now he was on a roll and he didn't even hesitate before
answering.
“No... have to admit I THOUGHT about it a few times but never have. It would
kill the kids and besides, I’ve got no choice with a mortgage and debts up to my
eyeballs.”
With that the game concluded and everyone started to run around. Whatever mood
had developed between Dan and me seemed to pop like a balloon, especially when
his wife started griping to us both about just sitting around and not helping
out. He looked at me and shrugged, as if to say, “see what I mean?”
After that Dan seemed to avoid me for the next couple of weeks. Perhaps he
thought about what he had told me and was embarrassed. Then again, maybe I’d
stirred up a few things inside that frightened him and so he was steering clear
of me to keep them from developing further. Probably a bit of both if my
suspicions were correct. The one thing I did notice was that he still looked at
me whenever he thought I didn't notice – all the more now if anything. This
gave me hope and the courage to take a little action on my own.
Chapter 5 – Pushing Him Over the Edge
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From all appearances, Dan was just the type of guy I was looking for. He met
all the qualifications in terms of age, marital status, family life and such.
Now he recently confirmed the next step in the process – he was obviously
dissatisfied with the way his life had turned out an dhow things were at home
now. Just like a tiny crack just needs a little stress to suddenly stretch
across the entire windshield, it was the same with guys. Once they allowed
their own “crack” to be revealed, all it took was a little stress in the right
place and it would open wide up. When it came to applying the right “stress”,
there’s none better than me!
The next Wednesday night I kept looking for another opportunity to get close to
Dan without drawing attention to us. It was about half-way through the program
when I saw him talking to his wife, looking quite upset as she pointed his
finger at him. Finally he threw his hands up and I watched as he spun around
and left the room. His wife seemed exasperated and went back to whatever she
was doing in the kitchen, probably getting the snacks ready or something like
that.
Realizing I probably had only a brief window of opportunity, I took another door
that led to the same hallway and looked around to see if I could see where Dan
had gone. I was about to give up when I saw something moving at the end of the
hallway where there was a large glass window overlooking the parking lot. It
looked like Dan so I quickly undid two of my buttons on my blouse, allowing my
cleavage show. My jeans weren’t all that tight but they still showed off my ass
well enough.
“Is everything ok Dan?” I asked softly as I approached him. Dan turned and when
he saw it was me, he shrugged and kept his hands in his pockets.
“What can I say? Hey look Kelly, I’m sorry for dumping on you the other night,
I’m sure the last thing you want to hear about is some guy’s marital problems.”
Little did he know that under the circumstances, actually that was the FIRST
thing I wanted to hear but I didn't say it. Instead, I moved up closer to him,
looking to see what response I could get before I made my mind up which way to
go with this. If he moved backward and put more distance between us, THAT
would not be a good sign and I would probably have to revise my plans.
However, he didn’t move back but rather just stayed where he was. Not the BEST
response but certainly a positive one. The ball was in my court...
“You know, I saw the way you were looking at me earlier tonight.”
Dan’s face turned red and for a moment I thought maybe I’d gone too far so I
quickly added in, “It’s OK, I like it when you look at me that way.”
From the expression on his face, I think he believed THAT about as much as he
would had I offered to sell him some prime real estate in Antarctica or
something. I was about to mention something about him looking at the other
girls as well but decided at the last second not to as it might embarrass him
all the more. I already knew he did so having him tell me himself wasn't all
that important.
“You know.... I was thinking about what you said about Cathy being the only girl
that ever put out for you. Don't you ever wish that you had done it with
another girl?”
Now he really looked at me with an odd expression. He was probably trying to
figure out where I was going with all this. Clearly he had noticed my blouse
and the way my boobs practically were falling out of my blouse. The problem
was, he seemed to be thinking I was just teasing or otherwise playing with him.
“C’mon Kelly, what’s going on here?” he said, suddenly looking around, “Is this
some sort of practical joke? Did Cathy put you up to this? Where are the
cameras?”
“There’s no cameras, no joke and trust me, Cathy has NO idea I’m here with you.”
“I don't understand....”
“Don't you Dan? Don't you know what you want right now?”
I wasn't going to unbutton any more of ,my blouse or go any further until HE
asked for it so I had to somehow get him to do something soon or this would all
just be for nothing – and probably ruin any chance of anything in the future as
well. He looked at me, unable to keep his eyes from straying down where he had
a excellent view of my boobs courtesy of my wide open blouse.
“All you have to do is ask Dan,” I whispered to him in a husky voice, “You
didn't when you were in school and you’ve regretted it ever since. Don't regret
it now.”
Dan licked his lips subconsciously and I knew he was weakening. The crack was
starting to spread and once it started, there wasn't anything he would be able
to do to stop it.
Frank was looking over my head, down the hall, probably worried that someone
might come out and see us. We were a ways down so it wouldn't be obvious even
if someone did but I knew it wouldn’t hurt for us to get out of sight as soon as
possible.
“What are your trying to do? Why are you doing this?”
It was like someone told him that he had won the lottery but he couldn't believe
it. He had to know what I was trying to do – he was just so conditioned after
all these years that he couldn't believe it.
“All you have to do is ask Dan... all you have to do is ask.”
It wasn't like he would be doing something illegal like making a move on one of
those teenage girls back there that I knew in his heart he desired – maybe even
his own daughter under the right circumstances. His marriage was a sham, forced
upon him from the start by a stupid mistake that should have been corrected but
then was only made worse later on. She would never know anyway so what was the
harm? Still, I could see the lust in his eyes but the way he had his lips
pursed I knew he was struggling with his conscience.
“Don't you want me Dan? You look at me like you do. Like I said, I like the
way you look at me that way... makes me feel good inside.... VERY good inside...
do you know what I mean Dan?”
“What difference does it make, we can’t do anything here anyway.”
With those words the crack spread wide open. Yes, he wanted to do me but now it
was just a questions of logistics. Well, if he was worried about having sex in
church, he certainly didn't know me very well!
Chapter 6 – Dan Fucks Me in Church
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“Let’s go in here,” I suggested, pointing to one of the darkened classrooms.
As I expected, he didn’t argue but instead followed me in silently, as if it
were some sort of dream. The room was dim, just the dim glow from the parking
lot lights outside allowed us to see anything at all. I noticed he shut the
door behind him... good sign!
“I can’t believe this...,” he mumbled as he just stood there, his hands back in
his pockets as if he was afraid if he let them loose they might start doing
something on their own. I moved up close to him until we were just an inch or
so apart.
“Tell me Dan... does Cathy like to suck your dick?”
It was the most blatant question I’d asked so far and it seemed to catch him off
guard.
“No, she never has,” he stammered, “She say’s it’s dirty and only whores do it.”
“Well Dan, I like to suck cock.... does that mean I’m a whore?”
“Oh no, I didn't mean THAT!” he came back quickly, his voice a confusion of
doubt yet I could detect a trace of lust beginning to emerge.
“Did you know I liked to suck cock Dan?”
His expression was enough to make me almost laugh out loud. Something told me
my reputation had preceded me somewhat yet at the same time he obviously didn't
want to sound like he thought I was a “bad” girl – which he probably did anyway.
“Ummmm, I didn't know,” was all he could finally get out.
“Would you like me to suck your cock Dan?”
“Ummmmm...”
“All you have to do is ask you know.”
It was the moment of truth for Dan. After all these years of dreaming about
such a situation as this (although I doubted he had ever dreamed of exactly THIS
set of circumstances) the opportunity was upon him. Did he cross the line or
not? So far nothing more had been done that buttoning two buttons wouldn't
resolve. Even if we were caught in here now it would be embarrassing (at least
for him), but nothing criminal.
“Well Dan?”
I wasn't about to let him keep thinking about it TOO long. The element of
surprise was working in my favor up until now but soon the voice of reason would
regain control and it would be all over. It was a race against time and so I
kept pushing, hoping to get to the finish line before the clock ran out.
“You really want to.... you really want to give me a BJ?”
“No Dan, I would LOVE to give you a BJ!”
“Oh shit then.. do it.”
Before he could change his mind, I had my hands on his belt before the last
syllable had faded away. Fortunately, it as an easy one and soon I had it
undone along with his pants and zipper. I opened them apart and saw he had his
white jockey short underwear on underneath. The bulge beneath them was
unmistakable – there was little doubt that Dan’s DICK was ready, even if the
rest of him still wasn't quite so sure. Pulling his elastic waist band out, I
saw the head of his cock peaking up like a snake in a hole, waiting for me to
release it from it’s prison. A quick tug down and it flopped out over his
underwear.
“Mmmmm, you have a nice dick Dan,” I murmured, looking up at him and our eyes
met as I grabbed the shaft of his cock with my hand and just held it for a
moment.
Then, without any more fanfare, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and let
my tongue run around the smooth know and under the ledge that encircled it.
“Oh god.... that feels incredible,” he sighed and I could feel his dick
practically jumping in my mouth. It was crazy to have a guy this old with three
kids and know I was giving him his first blow job!
I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankle, giving me easier access to
his crotch. Damn, talk about a hairy guy! Not only was his crotch a damn
forest of pubic hair, it extended down his legs and up his stomach as well. He
was like some sort of black bear!
I cupped his balls with one hand while I took more of him in my mouth with the
other until finally I had all of him in my mouth, Not that it anything for me
to brag about - his dick was a little smaller than average but it was hard like
a steel pipe with a slight curve upwards such that when he stood upright it
pointed up to the ceiling like a rocket ready to blast off at any second.
Then, licking the side of his shaft from top to bottom, I let my tongue work on
his for a while, which he obviously enjoyed.
“Oh my god... I cant believe this!” he must have muttered a hundred times if he
did once. It was nice to have a guy be so appreciative of a BJ. Heck, I didn't
even have to do anything too fancy with him – he was more than happy with just
the classic head bob with a little bit of a twist as I raised my head up from
his crotch. No doubt he would cum pretty quick and for a moment I weighed the
odds of him being able to cum again quickly at his age. He was right at the
breakpoint where guys started to really lose their resilience. Dan could easily
be a one-time guy, at least so far as one evening went.
I considered asking him if he wanted to fuck me but then I didn't want to go
through the whole routine I’d just done in order for him to let me suck his
dick. Instead, I chose the classic approach, the one thing no guy can resist
when I ask him...
Rising up to my feet, still fully clothed, I held onto his dick like it was
leash and stood up on my toes to whisper in his ear, “I want you to fuck me
Dan.”
He seemed started at that but then what did he think we were gong to do?
Sucking his dick was nice but it wasn't even technically adultery as it wasn't
sex. Noooooo, if he was going to cheat on his wife with me that meant he had to
fuck me – in some position somewhere.
He looked at me wide-eyed, his breathing shallow and his face flushed as I held
onto his dick and squeezed it gently.
“Don't you want to fuck me Dan?”
Well, I’d like to see him say no to that! Actually, I wouldn't but it’s just a
saying. Here he was, in a darkened Sunday School room with his pants around his
ankles and the hands of a girl ten years younger than him wrapped around his
cock, still wet from having just been in her mouth. For the first time in his
life he felt a girl’s mouth around his cock and now here she was, offering
herself to him for the ultimate prize.
“Forgive me but yes... yes I do,” he was barely able to get out. It was good
enough for me!
We didn't have a lot of time as sooner or later someone was going to wonder
where we were. This was going to be a case of him fucking me in one position
and getting off pretty fast. That wasn’t so bad in that as horny as he was now,
he probably wouldn’t be able to last very long, let alone swapping positions all
around. I pulled my jeans down below my knees, revealing to him that there was
nothing between me and them. His eyes widened as he stared at my bare pussy.
“Do you like it?” I purred, rubbing myself slowly for him with one hand as I
grabbed his dick again with my other. Damn, he was so hard I was afraid he
might burst! “You can touch it of you want.”
He didn't seem sure at first but then the temptation was too great for him and
he reached out and just cupped my crotch at first, as if he wasn't sure what to
do.
“Ever feel a shaved pussy before Dan?”
He shook his head, not saying a word as he started to work up more courage to
begin exploring me with his fingers. I felt one trying to push it’s way into me
gingerly.
“It’s OK Dan, you can put it in me.”
I leaned back against a chair which thrust my hips forward, making it easier for
him to reach under my crotch and push his finger into me. If he wasn’t so old I
would have thought it was like a teenage boy feeling his first pussy. It was
sort of cute but time was running short and I wanted something besides his
finger in me – something thicker and stiffer.
“Wouldn't you rather put you dick in me Dan?” I whispered in a low voice, trying
to be as sultry as possible, “I want you to fuck me Dan... I want your dick in
me now.”
With us both standing up he seemed unsure of how to proceed so I turned around
and leaned forward, suing the chair back for support again as I spread my legs
apart of pushed my butt up and out.
“You can fuck me from behind, OK?”
Looking over my shoulder at Dan, he was holding his dick but not exactly rushing
to put it in me as I had asked. Then it dawned on me...
“Have you ever done it this way before?”
He shook his head and mumbled so I barely heard him, “Nooooo, Cathy only wants
to do it one way.”
He didn't say WHICH was but I assumed it was missionary. Hey, nothing wrong
with that. In fact, I loved to be fucked that way when a man was about to cum
so we could kiss and I could look into his eyes as he released himself inside of
me. It also made me feel more feminine and secure to be under him as he came,
sort of like submitting myself to him I guess.
“Well, here’s your chance to do something different,” I responded, not
mentioning that he would also be doing SOMEONE different as well. It was hard
to believe that he had never had sex with anyone but his wife – EVER. I
couldn't even imagine being with only one guy!
I could feel Dan’s dick rubbing against my butt and then down between my legs as
he tried to get it into position. Using one hand to hold myself up, I reached
between my legs with the other and took the head of his dick between two fingers
and rubbed it against me so it slipped between my pussy lips and up against my
pussy hole. All it needed now was for Dan to push but he just held himself
there. Was he feeling a little guilty now, maybe having second thought? Well,
we hadn’t come this far to stop now!
“It’s OK Dan, you can do it... you know this is what you want, what you’ve
always wanted.”
He stood behind me for a few more seconds, one hand on each of my bare hips with
his cock pushing up against my pussy, hard enough to holds it in place but not
quite enough to slip inside of me. I wiggled my ass a little, trying to help
him in me and it seemed to be working as I felt the tip of his cock push just a
little into me and the his head seemed to just pop into me on its own.
“That’s it Dan, you can do it... push it all the way in me...I want all of you
in me Dan.”
“Oh god....,” he groaned as I felt his grip on my hips tighten and then the
wonderful feel of his dick as he pushed it into me. Whether he was groaning
because he felt good or because he couldn't believe what he was doing, I don't
know and at that po9int I didn't care. All I knew was how good it felt to have
his adulterous cock filling me up, feeling so incredibly good as he pushed it
deeper and deer until finally I felt all that hair around the base of his dick
against my smooth bare ass.
“You’re so tight... so wet,” he moaned as he started to do what comes natural –
stroking himself in and out of me slowly. His hands had moved from my hips and
were now massaging my ass, one on each cheek now as he played with my butt as he
fucked me.
“Your dick feels so good in me Dan.... Mmmmm, I love it in me.”
I wasn't embellishing anything – his cock DID feel good in me and now I was
using my free hand to play with my clit. He reached around me with his right
hand and cupped my boob through my blouse, then reaching under it from the top
as with it unbuttoned and me bending over as I was it was hanging plenty low
enough for him to easily feel me up. He pinched my nipple between his fingers
and it made my entire boob tingle.
As Dan continued to fuck me, a steady rhythm now as he pumped away from behind
me, I was rubbing myself faster, trying to make myself cum before he did. I
thought about his wife, just down the hall doing who knows what, totally
clueless that her husband’s cock was inside another girl’s pussy for the first
time. In a way, I almost wished she would suddenly come in and see him, to see
the lust in his eyes and the groans he was making as he pumped his dick in and
out of my tight pussy.
It was the idea of seeing her face as she realized what her husband was doing
that did it for me. Sure I loved his dick in me, I loved the way he was
squeezing my boobs, and I really loved the way my fingers were stimulating my
clit; but it was the thought of Cathy seeing ll this that sent me over the edge
and made me cum. The thought of her realizing how much more her husband loved
fucking me than her. The thought of her seeing him fuck me from behind,
something he had never done with her. I wanted her to see him cum in me, to
mate me and give me the sperm that was rightfully hers but which she didn't
deserve.
“I’m cumming Dan... Oh god you’re making me cum!”
Well, it didn't hurt to build up his ego along the way so why mention what
REALLY was making me cum? Besides, his dick WAS a major factor as I felt my
orgasm surge through me, causing my pussy to clamp down on his cock like I was
having a contraction. Apparently that was all he needed as I felt him change
his rhythm and push himself all the way in me and start to cum in me, each burst
of cum at the end of a smaller thrust that pushed him even deeper in me at just
the right moment. .Mmmmm, it made my orgasm even better to feel the gentle
warmth of his cum in me and then fade away, only to be followed by yet another.
As soon as he finished I stood up, causing his dick to pull out of me and I
quickly turned and bent me knees so I could get his cum-covered cock in my
mouth. Mmmmm, it tasted so good when it was coated with our cum. His cum
dominated but I could also taste myself on him. Reaching down, I scooped up the
cum that was dripping now from my pussy and put it to my mouth, looking up so he
cold see me licking it off my fingers. He just stared at me the entire time, as
if he couldn't come up with the words to describe how he was feeling at that
moment.
Standing up, I licked another finger covered with cum as I grinned naughtily at
him.
“Does Cathy like to suck you after you fuck her?”
Dan was still panting from his exertions but he managed to shake his head and
answer, “Noooo0, she would never do that.”
Sheesh, and women wonder why their men aren’t satisfied with sex? No blowjobs,
missionary only, no after-fuck sucking.... sounded like it wasn't all that much
fun.
Now that he had cum, it was like whatever hold I had over him was broken and the
realization of what we had done suddenly dawned on him. His face looked pale
and he started to stutter and stammer as he pulled his underwear and pants back
up and tucked in his shirt. Meanwhile, I looked around for something to clean
myself off so it would look like I wet my jeans when I pulled them back up.
“Do you have a handkerchief Dan?”
He automatically reached in his pocket and handed me one. I don't think,
though, he realized what I wanted it for as his eyes widened when he say me put
it between my legs and wipe the mess off me that he had left behind. When I was
done I folded it so the cum was inside and handed it back to him.
“Thanks so much. Here you... a souvenir.”
He took it but didn't seem to know what to do with it as I pulled my jeans up
and buttoned my blouse. He looked around as if hunting for a garbage can but
then seemed to think better of it and finally just pushed it down into his
pocket again. Something told me that this was one handkerchief that wasn't
going to make it to the laundry pile!
“That felt good Dan... did you like fucking me?”
“Ummmm yes.. what have I done?”
“It’s OK Dan... you know it’s what you wanted to do.”
“Yeah but if Cathy ever finds out... she’ll kill me.. I'll lose everything...
the kids...”
“Well, I certainly won’t tell her so how will she ever find out?”
“She’ll know.. somehow I know she’ll just know.”
I took his hand but he pulled back.
“OK, so I wanted it but that doesn't make it right... oh god.. now what am I
going to do?”
I started for the door and turned, motioning for him to follow me.
“Well, I HOPE you’ll remember this next time you’re with her. Now we better get
back before someone wonders where we went.”
He caught up to me before we were in the hallway. Grabbing me by the shoulders,
he turned me around so he could face me.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said all those thing. It WAS wonderful... and yes,
it is something I'll never forget but Kelly... we can NEVER do this again...
OK?”
I didn't bother telling him that it really didn't matter if he wanted to or not
as we would never do it again anyway but it made it easier this way. My mission
was accomplished. No matter what he might say now, when he was fucking me I
knew he loved it – the penis never lies!
I let him go back first and then I followed a few minutes later, coming in from
a different door so it wouldn't look like we had been together. I saw Dan
talking to his daughter and smiled. I wonder if she could smell me on her
daddy? He hadn’t cleaned up and the scent of sex had to be overpowering. I
thought about warning him to go to the restroom and washing off a little before
he saw his wife. Dresden might not recognize the smell but I didn't think Cathy
would miss it. Then again, the odds of him hugging Cathy and being as close to
her like he was with his daughter right now were probably pretty remote so I
just let it go.
Dan never said a word to me the rest of the evening. In fact, he never came
within a few feet of me. Still, before the night was over and he was putting on
his coat to leave, he liked over at me and smiled briefly. As I saw him walk
out with his daughter, his wife a little behind, I wondered how he would feel
tonight when he as in bed with Cathy. I think I had a pretty good idea!
THE END
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